What good is sitting, alone in your room? But come, hear the music play! Life is a cabaret, old chum! Come to the cabaret! Put down the knitting, the book and the broom, It is time for a holiday, Life is a cabaret, old chum! Come to the cabaret!

Come taste the wine, Come hear the band, Come blow that horn, Start celebrating, Right this way your table´s waiting.

What good´s commiting prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away, Life is a cabaret , old chum! So come to the cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie, With whom I shared for sordid rooms in Chelsea, She wasn´t what you call a blushing flower, As a matter of fact she rented by the hours, The day she died the neighbours came to snicker her, Well, that is what comes from too much pills and liquor, But when I saw her laid down like a queen, She was the happiest corpes, I´d ever seen, I think of Elsie till this very day, I remember how she´d turned to me and say.

What good is sitting all alone in your room? Come hear the music play, Life is a cabaret, old chum! Come to the cabaret!

And as for me And as for me, I made my mind up back in Chelsea, When I go I am going like Elsie.

Stop by admitting From cradle to doom, It isn´t that born to stay, Life is a cabaret, old chum! It´s only a cabaret, old chum! And I love a cabaret!